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228                                         John Coriolan

             and hurriedly wrapped his towel around himself.
                 What to say? “Thank you”? “Drop in again some time”?
             “Was it what you expected?”
                 Forrest Lawton evidently considered any words at all
             superfluous, also the barest smile of satiety, appreciation
             or complicity; he simply backed away, opened the door and
             left poor ol’ Blair feeling slightly be wildered, somewhat
             amused and somehow a little elated too. He had been used,
             but he wasn’t indignant at all. He had been brought down
             from ridiculous fantasy to rather commonplace facts. He
             had had a mild little adventure. He supposed he should
             feel grateful. The young tennis player had undoubtedly
             been given hints about Ron Blair’s proclivities and activi-
             ties. He’d come up, curious, maybe a little bored, to find
             out for himself. He knew he was attractive to faggots;
             perhaps he even considered he would be doing the Wooly
             Blair a favor, giving him a treat, a mercy fuck. He’d cum.
             He’d had his dick well and truly sucked. He’d gone.That
             was that. Life would go on as before for both of them, no
             harm done, nothing much changed. Forrest Lawton very
             likely had allowed quite a few faggots to suck his cock,
             as long as they didn’t suck and tell. He’d heard too, along
             with the rest, that the Wooly Blair was discreet.
                 Taking Forrest Lawton’s unsmiling silence and abrupt
             departure as tacit insistence that Blair keep on being
             discreet, Blair decided not to mention anything about For-
             rest Lawton’s surprise visit to Phil and Gary or to Roger
             Allen or anyone else. At best it wasn’t much of a story and
             why deprive them of the fun of going on imagining how
             wonderful sex would be with the striking tennis player?
             Blair might write his lust-object’s surprising appearance
             at his door into some story, complete with the immediately
             removed towel and the un ambiguous step over to Blair.
             The only really interesting aspect of the episode was For-
             rest Lawton’s ghostlike silence, although there was no one

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